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From Fly Creek
  • From Fly Creek: For reasons unknowable

    [Jim’s reached back to 2002 to share one of his favorite columns.]  My father was born as the last century began into a river village in tidewater Maryland. He told me once of a man there in his boyhood who, like so many, made a thin living tonging for oysters in the cold months and, in the hot and humid ones, crabbing and raising vegetables.

    April 12, 2012

  • From Fly Creek: A graceful crowd

    Make of this what you will, friends. I feel I’m really meant to share it with you. Despite good medication for my Parkinsonism, every  four or five weeks I can sensethe symptoms building up on me, giving me more than ordinary trouble. Lately it’s been falls, and last week brought a typical one. I’d gone out to get the paper, moving along with  penguin steps on the snowcoved ice patches, and usingmy spike-tipped cane the waya climber uses an ice axe. But circumstances overcame me. Parkinson’s wipes out the possibility of multi-tasking.

    March 29, 2012

  • From Fly Creek: What you need to know

    In their last Sunday’s bulletins, all 84 churches of Otsego County were to have carried announcements of an important meeting; most of them did. But because the announcement is so important, and not just to the churched, here it is again.

    March 15, 2012

  • From Fly Creek: Late-winter hamlet news

    Well, at least I’m “guessing” it’s late winter now — in the winter that wasn’t. But, if not snow, I can provide a flurry of Fly Creek news to share with you, scooping Associated Press, Reuter’s, and United Press International, not to mention all local news services except our General Store.

    March 2, 2012

  • From Fly Creek: About that rabbit

    The headline above suggests that I should hold this column until Easter. But if you can remember back two weeks (as I can, dimly), you’ll recall that I was going to tell you about a really helpful rabbit. Not the wacko one with Alice at the tea party, but a bunny that’s really helped me with signing checks and such.

    February 16, 2012

  • From Fly Creek: Cheers for the Blue Rabbit!

    My handwriting’s always been an embarrassment. Way back in elementary school, while most of the others were developing a clear, sometimes graceful hand (especially the girls), my penmanship showed no improvement.

    February 2, 2012

  • From Fly Creek: Now wait a minute!

    On the ninth day of Christmas, driving down Cooperstown’s Eagle Street, I saw something  astounding! No, not “nineladies dancing, eight maids a-milking, seven swans” etc. I saw one jogger jogging. And puffing on a cigarette.

    January 19, 2012

  • From Fly Creek: Christmas and varied blessings

    I’m still astounded! The last farmers’ market before Christmas, I was sitting up front, directly under the ceiling heater, shmoozing with the hoi-polloi. (That’s  an awkward linguistic mix,but let’s let it go.) As I sipped my hot coffee, a gloved hand came to rest on my shoulder and a warm voice said, “Merry Christmas, Jim.” I looked to my left—it was Santa Claus!

    January 5, 2012

  • From Fly Creek: Still singing, beyond our hearing

    This column from Christmas 2001 still speaks deeply to me, and perhaps will to you, too. Take it, please, as my Christmas gift.

    December 22, 2011

  • From Fly Creek: Words from the heart

    Eons ago when I was a college sophomore, I dutifully copied down a definition of masterful writing, i.e., of literature: It is, my professor intoned, “the enduring expression of significant human experience in words well chosen and well arranged.”

    December 8, 2011